Suletta asking if she can open the door only for Miorine to open it herself because Suletta inspires her to move forward kills me /pos

Because that was Miorine's move. Suletta would still do anything, would still reach out and open the door for them both, but Miorine realizes that it shouldn't have to be Suletta doing it, not that time. Miorine is the one to open the door because Miorine had to have been the one to put herself out there, even if Suletta had already calmed her nerves.

Lucy shoving Lockwood and the immediate cut to credits. Truly the mic drop of the century.

every so often i'm like i should listen to music that isn't rise and fall of a midwest princess. and then one of the songs comes up on shuffle and i'm like i have to put the album back on repeat or i'll wither away actually

the second sevens ed (never going back) never fails to put a smile on my face

All of Pogtopia and Manburg was the DSMP at its best but it just peaked on specifically October 17th

TRAP OF LOVE GOES SO FECKIN HARD IT'S SUCH A BANGER OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

exu calamity is just one of those pieces of media that’s going to stick with me for the rest of my life huh

Love your icon!!!! 😍🥰😍🥰 It's my favorite pic of Dream! Gonna stop and stare at it every time I see you on my dash.

youre so sweet anon!!!!!! MWAH 💖💖💖💖

girl help the mortuary assistant became my new comfort game

Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.

𝖠𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖠𝗇𝗇𝖺-𝖫𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖲𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗇 | 𝖨𝖦: 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺_𝖺𝗋𝗍

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

Red riding hood comic collab with the wonderful @yeehawpim (go check out their blog for loads of great comics!) 🌷 See the layouts he did here!

Tis but thy name that is my enemy.

Must be a Sugondese joke.

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing